Reminiscing

Unspoken Truths Pt. I

Nancy POV~

I thought one week would be more than enough time for Valerie to cool off.

Was I wrong?

Absolutely!

I learned something new concerning Valerie during the past week. That girl could hold some grudges alright! I texted her and dialed her phone on endless occasions. Only to be ignored and my calls to be rejected.

I wouldn't blame her, if I had been in her place I'd probably ignore myself as well.

I just couldn't control the rage that I had felt the moment my eyes landed on him. I couldn't control the urge to punch his face in and repeat the damage I had caused him once. I hated him for what he had done. And even though he had suffered selective amnesia because of me and probably didn't even remember what he had done himself— I couldn't forget it.

I knew I owed Valerie an explanation.

And a very sincere apology.

I shouldn't have acted out on impulse. Much less when she was right there with me. I didn't even realize it until the moment she admitted that I was scaring the hell out of her.

I couldn't even begin to explain the remorse and regret that I felt at that moment. I felt exactly like what Candice had called me.

A monster.

I hated to admit that she was right. But she was. And I had to accept it this one time because I actually did regret it.

All I wanted was for Valerie and me to return to our usual friendship. Along with the sporadic visits, the bickering and bantering that also came with it. I wanted it back. I wanted to speak to her over dinner or simply to binge watch TV programs. I wanted to help her out in whatever drama she had to go through and possibly beat Eden's ass if she so much as bothered Valerie again.

Not knowing how she was doing was beginning to take a toll on me.

I would constantly check my phone just to make sure she hadn't left me a message or a returned call. I paid her a few visits but she either wasn't at home or her mother relayed that she wasn't there. I sought her out at Tony's Grill, at the park and every place she had confessed a liking to, but I always ended up with unsuccessful results.

So when I camped out on my living room scanning the TV for anything interesting and I heard my phone chirp alerting an incoming message, I practically leaped for it.

Nilson's park on Ricker Road

2:48 pm
~Val

That simple text was more than enough to have me scrambling upstairs and quickly changing into the first garments I found. Black pants, tank top, and my lovely combat boots.

All I knew was that I needed to get to that park as soon as possible before Valerie changed her mind and decided not to talk to me for yet another week.

I ran downstairs and made sure to grab the keys to my sleek black car, instead of my motorcycle. I knew Valerie would despise me if I had the audacity to meet up with her in the very same motorcycle that nearly 'killed us both' before we talked about it.

Making sure to lock the house behind me, I strutted to my car and hurriedly drove towards Nilson's Park.

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I came to a stop near the park's curb.

Valerie was sitting there–alone– seemingly in a bad mood. I wondered if I was the reason behind her foul mood or if it was something else entirely.